A chorus of chanting voices plays over the speakers. Chen walks out of the entranceway and onto the field to the rhythm of a drum and a loud pop from the Honiarans.
Briar Lane: On the way to the ring, from Singapore, standing 5 feet 5 and weighing in at 130 pounds, ZADIIIEEEEE CHEEEEEENNN!
Shamoon: I really want to know what she and Athiambo talked about.
A.B.: She said it politely, but it's none of our business. All that matters is that she's healthy.
Dominga: Not for long.
Chen sprints towards a trampoline near the ring, leaps onto it and is sent flipping over the top rope and into the ring, where she lands in superhero fashion. She quickly stands and bows to the fans before looking at the tunnel.
A heartbeat is heard. Slow at first, only to speed up at the sound of a distant wolf howl and faster still as growls follow, growing less and less distant. And then comes the guitar riff, fast-paced and intense, drums beating in resemblance to heavy feet hitting the floor in escape and lighter, more numerous paws giving chase.
The camera films the empty entranceway as Volkov slowly rises into view, snarling at it, her half-shaved mohawk, face-paint and black eyes giving her the visage of a warrior of the post-apocalypse.
Briar Lane: And from Tobolsk, Tyumen Oblast, Russia, standing 5 feet 9 and weighing in at 200 pounds, the Siberian Beast, SVETLANAAA VOOOOLKOOOVVV!!!
Volkov marches across the field toward the ring.
Shamoon: That is one scary human being.
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